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BY 
HARRIET McEWEN KIMBALJL__ 



NOV 1 1887 ' J ' 



NEW YORK Xjj'Or w,f^ 

Anson D. F. Randolph & Comp 



38 West Twenty- third Street 



OOPYRIGHT. 1887. BT ANSON D. y. RANDOLPH & CO 



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'YVlITH loving-kindness curtain Thou my bed, 
And cool in rest my burning pilgrim feet ; 
Thy pardon be the pillow for my head, — 
So shall my sleep be sweet. 

At peace with all the world, dear Lord, and Thee, 
No fears my soul's unwavering faith can shake ; 

All's well, whichever side the grave for me 
The morning light may break. 



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Tj-'HE day is ended. Ere I sink to sleep, 
My weary spirit seeks repose in thine 
Father ! forgive my trespasses, and keep 
This little life of mine. 

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HOMEWARD. 

H. M 



'jTTOMEWARD the swift-winged sea-gull takes her 
r) flight ; 

The ebbing tide breaks softer in the sand ; 
The red-sailed boats draw shoreward for the night, 

The shadows deepen over sea and land. 
Be still, my soul, thine hour shall also come ; 
Behold, one evening, God shall lead thee home. 



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Tj^HE day dies slowly in the western sky, 

The sunset splendor fades, and wan and cold 
The far peaks wait the sunrise ; cheerily 

The goatherd calls his wanderers to the fold. 
My weary soul, that fain would cease to roam, 
Take comfort ; evening bringeth all things home. 



